Damn.
His arm slid around my midsection and pulled me closer. His callused palm slipped up under the hem of the t-shirt I’d borrowed from his drawer after my shower. My breath caught in my throat as his light touch traced my bare skin. I was highly aware that I wasn’t wearing my gloves. If I touched him right now…
I curled them into tight fists.
“Cade…”
“I like this,” he murmured against my hair. “Coming home to you here, in my bed.”
Welles had beensoright.
His lips touched the nape of my neck — not a passionate kiss, a soft one. Featherlight. Almost like he didn’t intend for me to feel it. Except I did, and it felt so good, it set off sparks of desire deep inside me. I shifted my hips backward, seeking closer contact. My mouth went dry when I felt the hard length of his cock against my ass.
The sparks of desire flared into full flames.
My fingers curled into the sheets. He may not have meant to wake me but I wasdefinitelyawake, now. Though I could feel the clear indicators of his desire, he didn’t act on it. Didn’t take things any further. His hand stayed at my midsection, not moving either higher or lower to explore more of my body.
He thought I was tired.
Sleeping.
He was content to just hold me, denying his own needs to ensure mine were met.
God, that was sexy.
Welles words from earlier echoed in my head.When you get home from a day like that, one of the few things that can make it better is having your woman waiting for you in your bed…
“You had a bad day,” I whispered into the dark. Not a question, a fact.
“Yeah,” he agreed gruffly. His forehead pressed harder against my hair and his arm squeezed reflexively tighter.
“So did I,” I admitted.
He said nothing, just nodded. His breath was warm against my nape.
I swallowed hard, summoning my nerve. Then, I whispered, “You want to make it better with me?”
His body went still as the words processed. Then he moved,fast, hand flashing up to cradle my face. Turning it so his mouth could capture mine, he kissed me — a long, hard, deep kiss. His tongue in my mouth. Tasting me. Savoring me.
Kissing him back, I tried to turn in his arms, but he didn’t let me move from our spooning position. His hand left my face to move down my body, pausing briefly to cup my breast, then continuing down, down,down. The anticipation of his touch was like a drug in my veins. I was panting into his mouth even before his fingers slid between my legs.
I hadn’t had any clean underwear to put on after my shower, so I wasn’t wearing any. Cade growled low in his throat when he made this discovery. A sound of surprise, but also satisfaction. His fingers slid into the slickness there — I was already wet for him,achingfor him — and found my clit without any fumbling.
I gasped into his mouth as he began to work me, circling until the passion built to a breaking point. It didn’t take long at all until I felt the first throbs of an orgasm pulsing through me.
“Cade,” I begged against his lips. “I’m close.”
“Good,” he muttered.
I was on the cusp of coming when I felt him reposition behind me. His hips shifted slightly and then, with one smooth thrust, he drove into me from behind.
Oh.
My.
God.
I came instantly, crying out Cade’s name like a benediction. From this angle, he filled me completely. Each stroke sent a brilliant shiver through my every nerve ending. He’d been deep last night, but this was unreal. So deep, I almost couldn’t take all of him. So deep, it almost hurt. And I loved it, every rock-hard inch of him, pumping in and out of me with perfect rhythm.